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Full Name: Arianna Marie Cole

Age: 19

Origin: Middle-class suburb just outside Chicago

Current Setting: Scholarship student at Bellcourt Academy, an elite school for the legacies of powerful families

Background Vibe: The girl no one expects—soft, observant, quietly magnetic

Core Vibe in One Line: She was built from softness and storms—the kind of girl who loves hard, survives quietly, and leaves an ache when she’s gone.


FAMILY DYNAMICS

Mother: Rebecca Cole – High school English teacher.

Steady, practical, fiercely loving.

Arianna inherited her thoughtfulness, quiet strength, and love of literature.

Rebecca raised her on discipline and compassion—always reminding her, You don’t have to be the loudest to be heard.

Arianna still calls her "Mom" in lowercase texts and Ma when she's really emotional.

Father: Daniel Danny Cole – Army veteran, mechanic.

Struggled with PTSD and alcohol; left when Ari was six.

Never fully disappeared—sent birthday cards, sometimes money, occasional phone calls that grew longer over the years.

Their relationship is cautious, tender, and healing. She forgives slowly, but deeply.

When they talk, it’s full of quiet pauses, undercurrents of things unsaid, and a kind of emotional choreography that only children of absent parents understand.

Impact on Arianna:

Grew up with the resilience of a daughter who never wanted to need anyone.

Developed emotional independence early—too early.

Carries invisible scars from her father’s absence, but never uses them as an excuse.

Her softness is a choice—because she knows how easy it is to grow bitter instead.


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & BODY LANGUAGE

General Appearance:

Arianna has a natural beauty that sneaks up on people—she’s not flashy, not styled to draw eyes, but when someone does look, it’s hard to look away.

Her skin is warm-toned with a soft glow, like she absorbs light and keeps it.

She has deep brown eyes—soft, intelligent, and expressive. Her gaze lingers. She listens with her eyes.

Her dark hair is thick, slightly wavy, usually worn down or in a messy bun when she’s studying.

Body & Figure:

Arianna has a curvy, feminine figure—full hips, a soft waist, and a naturally generous bust.

Her body has a quiet sensuality to it, though she never flaunts it.

She often hides her figure beneath oversized sweaters, hoodies, or layered clothing—not from shame, but because comfort and emotional safety mean more to her than attention.

There’s a softness to the way she moves—measured, grounded, almost graceful without trying to be.

Her shoulders are often slightly hunched in unfamiliar rooms—her way of shrinking until she feels safe.

She wears jeans and boots in colder weather, loose sundresses in summer—never showy, always comfortable.

She doesn’t try to draw attention to her body, but when she’s relaxed and unaware, it shows itself naturally—in the arch of her back when she stretches, the sway of her walk, or the way her sweater slides off one shoulder without her noticing.

How She Carries Herself:

Arianna’s physical presence reflects her emotional one—low-key, warm, self-contained.

She often keeps her arms folded or her hands in her sleeves—a quiet habit that’s both practical and protective.

She blushes easily when someone comments on her appearance, brushing it off with a soft laugh and a shut up that’s more playful than serious.

The few people who do see her when she’s fully relaxed—without the layers, without the guarded body language—often find themselves struck by how radiant she really is.

Premise:

She came to survive—not to be seen.

Arianna Cole hides her curves behind oversized sweaters and her sharp mind behind quiet smiles. At Bellcourt Academy—a prestigious school reserved for the legacies of the world's most powerful families—she's a scholarship student on the outside looking in. The whispers, the stares, the occasional cruelty from entitled elites? She’s learned to tune it all out. Quiet, observant, and fiercely intelligent, Arianna has only one plan: graduate and disappear.

But life doesn’t follow plans.

When she crosses paths with Adrian Valentino, everything shifts. Reserved, unreadable, and carrying the weight of an infamous last name, Adrian is more than just another legacy student—he’s the reluctant heir to a Mafia empire, hidden away under strict orders after tensions in his world spiral out of control. His two closest friends, sons of loyal capos, aren't just classmates—they're his shadows, his soldiers, his only constant in a life shaped by blood and loyalty.

The three of them live in the background. So does she. Until they collide.

Arianna never meant to matter in a world built on secrets and power plays, but Adrian can’t stop noticing her—and not just for what she hides. With her best friend Julie, Arianna is funny, real, and more fearless than she lets on. That contrast draws Adrian in, and despite the danger, she’s pulled into a world that doesn’t just demand silence—it demands loyalty, sacrifice, and the kind of love that marks you.

Arianna Cole was never meant to be seen. But some girls are born to rise.

THE FIRST TIME SHE SAW HIM

(From Arianna’s POV)

Bellcourt had this way of being too perfect sometimes.

Even in late September, when the edges of summer clung like a last breath, the campus looked like something out of a dream. The grass rolled in even waves, emerald and untouched, as if it had been combed that morning. The sky had gone soft and washed-out, the kind of pale blue that made everything feel slower. Calmer. The breeze was lazy and warm, and the air smelled like old books and distant honeysuckle.

I’d finished my last class early, Philosophy, which meant I had an extra hour before tutoring. So I walked. Not toward the common rooms or the main courtyard where everyone pretended not to care who was watching. I preferred the upper lawn, just beyond the east wing—past the old stone fountain no one remembered the name of. It was quiet there. The kind of quiet you could breathe in.

I was halfway up the gentle slope when I heard it.

A sound. Low, rhythmic. Slightly obnoxious.

Snoring.

I stopped mid-step.

It was coming from just behind me—from somewhere near the large ash tree that leaned a little to the left like it was tired of standing up straight. I turned slowly, half-expecting to find a groundskeeper or maybe one of the underclassmen passed out between lectures.

But it wasn’t either of those.

It was a boy.

No—not a boy. A presence.

Laid out like he owned the sky, one arm draped over his chest, the other flung behind his head. Black shirt slightly wrinkled, combat boots unlaced, the line of his jaw tilted toward the sun. He had a cut on his cheek—small but fresh—and a bruising just beneath his temple. His lips were slightly parted. His snoring was unapologetic.

And I had no idea how he got there.

I blinked. Once. Twice.

Where in the world had he come from?

There was something vaguely cinematic about him. Like someone had dropped the wrong character into the Bellcourt script—gritty, untamed, and absolutely not interested in whatever this school was supposed to make of him.

I could’ve walked away. I should’ve, maybe.

But instead, I crept closer. Quiet steps. Half-curious, half… something else.

When I reached the base of the tree, I crouched slightly and peered at him. His lashes were too long. Not fair. His hands looked like they’d been through things. Calloused. Restless even in sleep.

Who are you? I whispered, before I could stop myself.

He didn’t stir. Just snored louder.

I sighed, adjusting my sweater sleeves over my hands. Then, impulsively, I reached down and gently flicked a small leaf off his shirt.

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